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The year is 2033. The world has been devolved into the primitive and savage environment that is World War Three. The war has touched everyone. It's only been three years since the first declaration of war.

2020, the oil had dried up. To the Middle Eastern countries, this meant an economy breakdown. Whoever is considered "rich" can barely keep up with the mountain of bills hence to their business' being ruined due to the economic breakdown. Other countries in Europe, some of North America, South America, Eurasia, etc. are relatively unaffected. The private sectors are all struggling though. The US was hit the hardest due to their consumption of oil and stubborn attitude. The reason why America was effected the most was because of the new solar power that was perfected. Micro-sunrays were implemented into European and Asian vehicles. All of them. Military, Civilian, Government, everything. The US only implemented them into military vehicles. They had already made an oil fervor into all other branches of vehicles. Even power was partially dominated by oil. Why didn't they use them? Why else, oil corporations. "Oiligarchies" they were nicknamed by local newspapers and such. CNN and Fox news and such didn't do so because if they did, there goes their next paycheck. Since America was a Capitalism, corporations, crime lords, and other rich nuisances could bribe their way through everything. Unless of course, it went against some politician's goals. Then another politician would go up against them. Blah blah blah. I won't bore you with the details. Entire families were forced onto a breadline.

2027. The American economy has been restored. But now... It's not a president running the show. A former Corporate CEO, Anthony Finnbar, was voted into office, in 2019. In the year 2023, he had restored the American economy, by slowly incorporating micro-sunrays into the private sector and public institutions. Approval ratings were sky-high. But America wasn't enough for him. As soon as it turned to New Year's eve and the year 2024 turned around, as soon as the crowd counted down to Zero, as soon as the fireworks exploded... The White house had barbed wire strewn around it, and military police, CIA agents, guard dogs, and automated turrets gaurding it. Every building that supposedly "belonged" to the Judaical or legislative branch was breached, secured, and strewn with dead Congress and Judaical members. Some of them and their family members simply disappeared. No corpses, no signs of where they might've been taken, only signs of forced entry into their residence. All military officials had been bribed or executed in extremely quick succession.

2025, Civil rights and Humanitarion groups, from over-seas, are demanding to know the status and location of members of Congress and Judaical members. They were released from a starvation camp. Their wills were broken, and they were all gaunt. The world remained was shocked. Tensions were getting higher with other countries around the world.

2026, enough military officials and platoons from all armed branches had decided enough was enough and committed a coup de tadt. They took as many nuclear weapons as they could, and made a run for the Mexican border. When Finbarr had been asked by the World Media, he calmly stated "Don't worry, I'll have ALL of them back and more. Sooner or later." ...

Mexico, had been overrun, by 2027. Half a year later, Canada was turned into another piece of American territory. The UN voted for a trade embargo with the United States of America. The US immediately withdrew from the United Nations. You're probably wondering, "If Mexico was the place where the Coup de Tadt troops took refuge, along with the Nukes, why wasn't Canada turned into a wasteland?" Simple. They weren't there anymore. The CIA chased them to the Brazilian seaboard. The rouge soldiers escaped to Spain. By then, the UN had brought together every militarily competent country from Western Europe, to Russia in a defense pact against America.

2029, the US took South America. All of it. China, North Korea, Kazakhstan and reluctantly, Vietnam, entered their own defense pact: The Red Star Defense Force (RSDF). Both the US and UN saw the RSDF as a possible threat. However, the RSDF, like the US, took up an isolationist attitude. An obvious sign that the US would go to war, would be when conscription doubled. Boy, on that year, Conscription tripled. Other countries hoped to stay out of the conflict that would obviously explode very soon. The world held it's collective breath.

Naught, but one year later, the US took the northern coast of Africa. The UN set it's foot down. It would NOT allow the US to take Africa. Taking Africa would mean giving the US the springboard they need to launch a full-scale invasion! So, on the year 2030, the UN declared war on the US. Ironically, the US was ready. In fact, both nation's Navies and Air forces met in the Mediterranean sea! Due to the British being the driving force in the Naval engagement, they sank a quarter of the American fleet. The US fleet admiral, ordered for the fleet to retreat. The US ground and air forces launched defensive operations. They destroyed all paved roads that previously, they worked so hard on creating. They looted from the same people they helped twenty years ago. Oh, the cruel irony!

The RSDF saw the conflict as an opportunity to attack the US from the rear. They threw everything they had at the Western side of America. What they found was a prepared, over-whelming force. The entire battle plan was in shambles. It was a pre-paid ticket to the almighty to be sent onto the landing zones. The fleets were harassed all the way back to their respective countries. So, they overtook the countries between them. Vietnam took up a defensive stance. North Korea took the chance to overtake South Korea. China beat the ever-living CRAP out of the other countries. Kazakhstan took the Middle-East. Once North Korea took over South Korea, creating the Free Korean Republic, they set their sites on assisting China. Then the RSDF started to take American owned islands in the Pacific, leading to a dead-lock for control.

No sooner had China and the FKR taken the final independent country in Asia, and Kazakhstan taken Arabia, had Russian forces poured over the unprepared Chinese Northern border. Meanwhile, the Western European forces assaulted the Middle-East and Kazakhstan. The UN, had classified the RSDF as a serious threat.

2033, the Chinese has beaten the Russians and Eastern Europeans back. The UN and US recovered from the Naval engagement in the Mediterranean. Soon, the Mediterranean sea will once again, become a death-trap.

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So's, let me explain. Essentially, America has become a dictatorship, ruled by a former Corporate CEO, Anthony Finbarr. The UN has brought in any country with a military force over 500,000 troops to fight in Africa, while Russia and some Eastern European countries fought in Asia. The RSDF is fighting in a deadly power struggle in the Pacific with the US, and are in a defensive war with the UN.

You are an Air Force pilot for your Alliance. Doesn't matter what kind. You can be a bomber, fighter, or multi-role. Pilots aren't segregated into seperate areas of the barracks so, anyone can socialize with anyone.

Anyways, all planes fly in a flight or formation. Their are never any Lone-wolves unless the mission calls for it. However, due to the Multi-role planes ability to fill in as bombers and fighters, Multi-roles and fighters can be in the same flight.

FINALLY, we get to the bio.

NameMake it appropriate for your alliance)
AgeAt least 17)
Gender:
BioAt least 5, optional)
Alliance:
RankNothing too out of control)
War front: (American players will be in the Pacific, Mediterranean, and Eastern side of Egypt. UN players will be in aircraft carriors stationed in the Mediterranean and Russia. RSDF players will be in the Pacific and Saudi-Arabia)
Physical descriptionAt least 3)
AircraftFighter, multi-role, bomber)
PersonalityAt least 3)
Other:

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

The receptionist opens the door. He has a pistol in one hand, meanwhile the others have AK's. Do you allow them to take you to the psychiatrist?

Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

The Chengyang pilot doesn't really have the time or inclination to look around him, so you get behind him easily. You fire a missile and hit him in the engine. "Thank you, Tigr 4. That's a confirmed kill." Illich says. You look around, realizing the battle is over. "Good work Tigr 4. That's one step closer to becoming an Ace." Markov says as he pulls up into his leading position. (In the air force, at least in the USAAF, five confirmed kills makes the pilot an ace) Everyone in their squadrons return to formation.

"Tower, this is Bolshoi Madved 2. I have a problem with my plane." "Copy that Bolshoi Madved 2, state your emergency." "I'm having serious shaking, I'm losing oil pressure." You look over at his plane and see he was hit by machinegun fire. Not as much as you put on that Chengyang, but still damaged. "Copy that. Bolshoi Madved squadron will be the first to land. The American squadrons Coyote and Warwolf will go next. Then, the French squadron Lion. Finally Tigr squadron." You realize that everyone's going into their landing orders. As Bolshoi Madved squadron starts to land, the tower operator starts to congratulate you all. "Good job everyone, you all did a very good jo-" "I'VE LOST CONTROL, CLEAR THE RUNWAY!!!" Bolshoi Madved 2 screams into the mic. Bolshoi Madved 1 gets out of the way quickly. Meanwhile, Bolshoi Madved loses control, spinning around and around. He continues to spin even when he hits the ground. He goes off the runway, almost hitting an AA installation. When it stops, he bursts into flames. A Firefighter team quickly moves to put out the fires. You can't see any movement from where you are. "Control, is Bolshoi Madved 2 alright?" Silence. "Control?" Silence again. "CONTROL!?" The answer is almost immediate. "He's gone." You hear a roar of rage and a smash as a fist hits the control board. Everyone lands in solemn silence.

When you meet in the debriefing room, it's still silent. Even Illich managed to shut the he** up. The CO comes in, lays down a clip-board with a paper on it. He only talks about the mission. "Four Chengyang fighters downed. 4 unconfirmed Chengyang losses. No bombers sighted. Tactitions believe they cancelled the mission or the fighters were scouting out our defenses. One KIA." It was useless to report the KIA. Everyone could hear the exchange on all channels.

When everyone returns to the barracks it is silent. Illich breaks the Ice. "Da**. You returned from a fight you survived, crash land, the burst in flames, and die right there." Josef speaks at one of his rare moments. "Indeed. Bolshoi Madved 2 shouldn't have died then."

The next day, your squadron is given R&R for three days. The town is five miles away from the airfield so fighters can protect it immediately in the event of an attack. It's a major city. What do you suggest to your squadron members?

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@AceOfSkies Anyone can join at anytime. It'll go as far as character and squadron references. I'm making the foundation of the RPG towards realistic planes, military battle-plans and tactics, and, of course, Ace Combat. No assault circles will be used if you are one THOSE kinds of guys if you know what I mean.

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Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

I suggest we go to town. We might as well make use of the leave.

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@AceOfSkies Anyone can join at anytime. It'll go as far as character and squadron references. I'm making the foundation of the RPG towards realistic planes, military battle-plans and tactics, and, of course, Ace Combat. No assault circles will be used if you are one THOSE kinds of guys if you know what I mean


Count me in!!!
Is it more of a fight to the death or is everybody here teammates?

Name: Ace, "No, your real name." Ace
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: This kid here, he's a legend. One time on a passenger flight to Montreal, Canada, the Pilots of his plane were suffering from a heart attack. So 14 year old Ace lands the plane perfectly.
Alliance: UN
Rank: MSgt-Master Sergeant
War front: Russia
Physical description: Looks like a scrawny kid, but once you doubt him...well Ace hopes that you have some flares...
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron: Garuda
Personality: Very little is known about Ace. He has little to no friends other than his wingman and squadmates.
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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

When do i get my candy? i say as we go there

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NOTE TO EVERYONE: It would be wise to read scenarios that I give to other players. This allows you to know more of the backstory. For example, I told Evilsweetblock about the political cacaphony in Russia. (Possible Commie take over)

Nyatt. Well, so far all the players in the game are in the UN so da, you're all on the same side until further notice.

Name: Vlad "Ace" Alexei
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: This kid here, he's a legend. One time on a passenger flight to Montreal, Canada, the Pilot of his plane were suffering from a heart attack. So 14 year old "Ace" lands the plane perfectly.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior airman
War front: Russia
Physical description: Has brown hair, Blue eyes, 6'3. Looks like a scrawny kid, but once you doubt him...well, Ace hopes that you have some flares...
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron: Garuda
Personality: Very little is known about Ace. He has little to no friends other than his wingman and squadmates.

I modified your bio, as to make it slightly more realistic though. I kept your bio and personality intact if you wanted to keep those. I'll also have you already integrated into the squadron. Just let me know if you want to make more changes.

You are stationed in Volograd. Here, all you're fighting are Kazak troops. However, their still using Chinese planes like the Chenyang-J11. The strategic importance here is simply so that the Kazaks do not bust into Russia and make a blitzkrieg to Moscow.

You've just come back from Volograd. Chyort, those women could dance! Anyways, you're shaken awake by your squadron leader, Artur Vladislav, Garuda 1. "Come on. Mission briefing." He grabs your hand and hauls you out of bed. Garuda 2 and 3, Vasilisa Darya and Artyom Veniamin. You all make your way to the briefing room. Your squadron was the last to enter. "Could you have taken any longer?" A guy in the front asks. He sounds like he's from the Chezk Republic. (Did I forget to mention alot of fighter squadrons are competitive?) "Enough." The base CO says. Your squadron sits in the remaining seats in the back. "Good morning boys and girls. I trust you had a good time while you were on leave." "You can bet Vlad had a good time." Artyom jokes. Some guys start to chuckle. However, Vasilisa gives him a hard stare. The CO continues on. "During your previous engagement with the Kazak air force, the AWACs plane had learned of an important army base. The one who reported it to them was shot down before he could identify himself. However no one was reported KIA or MIA during the engagement for any squadron. Your mission, is to defend the squadron heading in to deal with the army base. This army base has enough vehicles to put the armored corps in Europe during World War 2 to shame. So look at the explosion." Some men chuckle again, Artyom with them. The mission will be straightforward. Get in, hit the army base, get out. Any questions?"

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Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

"Well, there isn't anywhere else to go out here. Let's do it." Markov says. You take a troop transport (covered truck) to the city. You get there early in the morning. This is your first day in R&R in the city. The truck drops you off. You're all wearing urban camo hoodies, pants and shoes. There's almost everything you would expect in a city. The guys start to list some of their suggestions. "Woah woah woah. Hang on. Let's book a hotel first." You all walk to the military-payed hotel, "the homesick soldier." (Terrible name, I know) Markov orders a four man single bed room. The chick types in your names. (This is so she can check on your names in case the MP's come for you) You tour the room. Seems decent enough. It's clean and it smells fresh, their's a mini-TV. Not what American civvies live in, but not exactly a rich man's place either. Now the guys list their suggestions. Where do you wanna go?

Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

"These men don't speak Russian so don't bother." The receptionist says. The Chinese slip your hands into the handcuffs. They hold you at the front door until two more guys come in to nab you. They walk you to the clinic. The Chinese must have had a really long patiance, because it looks like hours have passed. The sun is starting to set. They bring you into the clinic. It's not as heavily gaurded, however, it looks like the gaurds will be staying with you. An attractive receptionist sits at the desk. One of your gaurds wink at her and she blushes. You notice their both wearing rings, engagement rings. The two exchange words for a little while longer before the nurse types in your name. However, she writes on a clipboard next to her. The Receptionist speaks in fluent Russian from what you learn. "I'm putting in your name and condition." She looks at her fiance and says something else with a questioning tone. "Possible mental sickness." He answers in English. He keeps a close eye on your face while the nurse jots it down."Or he's just acting like an idiot." He says again in English. (Let me know if Michael knows English. Then I'll stop translating into English if he doesn't)

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Sorry about that Sky. I forgot to mention all of their ranks.
Artur Vladislav: Colonel
Artyom Veniamin: Captain
Vasilisa Darya: Senior Airman

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

I understand) Woo wee looks like we got some loveydoveys! well mr guards i think the 2 could use some ALONE time eh?

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

I have a question Evil. Did you mean Michael as in American Michael or Russian Micheal with a K? Mikael (Meek-i-eel)

The couple ignores you, however the second gaurd knudges you with the handle of his gun. The couple stay where they are, chatting a bit.

He leads you into a room where a RSDF special forces soldier is having a session. Five minutes in, the SF soldier starts to ramble to the doc. Then he bursts out crying, he falls over, landing in the fetal position, shoving his fist down his throat to try to stop crying. The doc helps him up and buzzes the nurse. The nurse rushes in and takes the guy away. The doc turns around to jot something down on a clipboard. Then he turns to you and the gaurd. The doc asks the gaurd a question. They exchange in the Chinese language. The gaurd unlocks one cuff, shoves you into the therapist seat, and quickly cuffs you to an arm of the chair.

The gaurd walks back and exchanges with the doc again. The doc turns around, types some things into his computer. Your face shows some with all asian symbols. Obviously it's your bio. The doc dismisses the gaurd with a wave of his hand. The doc stays silent looking at the computer, reading. Finally he turns it off. He turns around to look at you. He has green eyes that show concern for your health. This guy had obviously seen some real s*** in his time. He has brown hair, and he's 6'2.

"So, Micheal. I hear that you've been constantly rambling in your cell. Is their something you would like to tell me?" He asks in a soft voice.

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

( no i meant american michael, i knew the russian i just didnt feel lie spelling mediterainion)
Yea man i wantsa get out, but e dont always get what we want. in fact one time my friend jeff want blah blah blah blah blah blah.

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

(when i said blah i meant like i was sputtering nonsence, not actually saying blah)

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

Indeed.

The doc ignores the insult. He runs you through a series of tests. He deducts from the interragation results, that you were a transport pilot. Along with your bio, he also finds out that your mission was also your first sortie. So, he deducts "You are really fu***** hyper my friend. After this war, we should share a drink." He leaves you in the chair for a little while. You look around. From the tools, the guy isn't just a psychiatrist you deduce. It appears he is also a field surgeon... If you could somehow, get to the bonesaw or something, you could cut yourself free. That'll be easy. Then you'd have to get a gun and try to sneak out. (If that's your methog) Do you attempt it?

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Name: Michael
Age: 47
Gender: M
Bio:
Alliance: UN
Rank: Warrant officer.
War front: Russia
Physical description: a blonde mohawk, 6'9" Has a sad look
Aircraft: Troop transport
Squadron:Molnyia
Personality: Impatant, Chatty, agressive
Other:

I get the bone saw and cut free, but i sit there and im gonna scare the doctor.

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Name: Alec Dimtri
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Bio: A kid with an obsession with avionics, Alec spent his whole life dreaming of being a pilot. Just before the main conflict broke out, he got his wish. He ranked up fast. Now he is ready for anything.
Alliance: UN
Rank: Senior Airmen
War front: Russia
Physical description: Short dirty blonde hair with grey eyes. He stands about 6'3". He's been trained in combat in the plane and basic survival skills if he ejects and lands in enemy territory.
Aircraft: Fighter
Squadron:Tigr
Personality: Alec is born for the air. He's quick witted and very fast to respond. Determination and luck aid him.

I agree to whatever sounds the most fun. It's my first time in the city and the others seem to know more about it.

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